I waited, arm cocked as if I were about to throw a javelin. He took his hands off his stomach to motion for me to put the recorder down. Or to sit dow... or both or maybe to see if he was still alive.It took him a few minutes to regain his breath, during which I did not stand as if I would throw anything anywhere. I sat down across him, the same as before, but the recorder remained with me. I did not bother taking out the tape - I had already decided that the moment I walked out those doors, it. Then he gets back in and we head home, at last.The road’s pretty empty, and maybe I get it up a little fast, but anyhow the next thing I know there are those familiar flashing blue lights in my mirror. Shit, I haven’t had a ticket in forever, but I guess my winning streak has come to an end.Hugo’s been half dozing in the passenger seat, he spent most of the day in the garden and I guess he’s tired. As I slow down to pull off he sits up and looks around.“Why do we stop?” he asks, seeing that. I knew we might fumble, but at least I wasn't going to be measured against a gay Adonis.I would love to say that things just fell into place, but as we soaped each other up, neither of us really knew what role we wanted to play. We kissed each other's chests, spent a lot of time rubbing each other and teasing each other's cocks. As he bent over, I rubbed my cock up the crack of his ass, as big as it was, it was close to tit-fucking as you could get. I was so much skinnier than him, and when. I find our room, open the bag, and spread its contents out on the king-size bed. Laying before me are the following: a pair of frilly hot pink thong panties, a dark purple silk night gown, Japanese clover nipple clamps, a spreader bar with leather ankle cuffs, locking leather wrist restraints, my metal gates of hell, and a large black butt plug. There is also a pink slip of paper, folded in half. When I open it, I smell your perfume and feel your cock throb, already rock hard and straining.